Wednesday, December 17, 2003

moving day

just got an email from moe singapore. they're shifting all the eton hellers to a new hostel: the chinese high school boarding. it's a gorge new change from eton hall: the hostel boasts hotel-like facilities, better food, apparently better study environment...but i hate change, and moving, in the words of a friend, "really sux".

it almost made me cry. before i came home for the holidays, we were concerned about changing rooms. now, we're shifting to a new hostel altogether! although the prospect of perhaps having a 2-to-a-room room next year is rather appealling, the idea of having to make a 30min bus journey to and from college - a journey which will cost S$1.80 a day - is rather, well, not appealling.

sorry, my vocab is down for the moment. am a little upset.

i know i'm mostly unhappy about having to change, get out of my comfort zone - an attitude that is not gonna help much in the future - but who can blame me? we're used to the less-than-perfect toilets, the communal showers, the unpredictable combo of dishes at dinner. we're used to the lovely laundry ladies, uncle ismail the security guard, our housemistresses who (despite being a mite strict) are in the end rather lenient on us. we're used to the freedom, the two bus stops, ikea, mcds, saint andrew's junior college a mere 15min walk away.

we like eton hall, whether we know it or not.

i know there's probably some scholars who do not share my sentiments, but there's probably alot more who do.

eton hall: one year in that drabby place and already it's a sentimental place to me. it's the hostel where i spent my first year away from home, the hostel where i met the most fab hostel mates anyone can hope for, the place where we would talk about stupid things during dinner, where we were forced to be confined in for a week during the sars period, where we "sabo-ed" many a birthday girl or boy, where we had walks to our beloved valley, where we cried when some of our friends decided to pursue their studies back home, where we had a mad water fight...

basically it was the place where many a pleasant memory came from...

i may talk about putting in a small protest letter, but i know from experience that putting hope in matters dealt by moe is futile. there, nothing can be discussed. what they say is the final word.

so i guess that's it then. farewell eton hall, hello chinese high.

better living conditions at the cost of cherished memories.

lishun at 2:29 PM

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